Opening the door I find Mr. Ramirez standing there in all of his glory. His hair windswept, nice fitting jeans, and a t shirt you could see the muscle's threw. God he looked good tonight, pushing my thoughts away. "What can I do for you Mr. Ramirez?" "Can we talk?" he asks. Opening the door wider for him to step in, he walks in and I shut the door behind him. He stands by the couch and looks at me. Before I can even take a step a question comes my way. "What are you?" Oh God think fast I don't want him knowing I can read auras. "Human I answered him. What are you?" I fired back. He shakes his head and says "¿por qué estás mintiendo" (why are you lying). Instead of thinking I hiss back "No estoy mintiendo. Por qué piensas que?" (I'm not lying. Why would you think that?) I was starting to ge
